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Chapter 326 Grandmaster Achievement (Part 1)

Refining the skin, tempering the muscles, bones, and flesh, and solidifying the body's foundation.

Refining bones generates true energy, breaking through the limits of physical strength and achieving what ordinary people cannot.

Refining the body causes true qi to surge and coalesce, opening up the qi field in the dantian, transforming the martial artist and enabling them to fight tigers, leopards, wolves, and jackals.

Refining blood liquefies true qi, keeps the body constantly renewed, and transforms the body's basic energy into something inhuman.

Refining the marrow allows one to condense true qi into a pill. At this point, one's physical body is worlds apart from that of ordinary people. Even in old age, one can maintain all of one's peak combat power and is known as an inexhaustible martial artist.

As long as a person lives, their strength will never be exhausted.

Within Yang Silang's dantian, a small crystal of true qi condensed beneath the vortex of liquefied true qi; this was the true qi crystal.

At this point, Yang Silang dared not be negligent.

The process of condensing the elixir involves three steps.

The first step is to condense the gas into a embryo, also known as crystallization, which involves condensing a small amount of gold crystal from the liquefied true gas above the gas field.

In fact, most Dzogchen masters are able to successfully complete this step.

however.

The formation of this golden crystal does not mean we can rest easy; it is still illusory and unreal, and could collapse at any time.

Half of the Great Perfection masters perish at this step.

The second step is to gather the essential elements and solidify the foundation.

The martial artist must devote all their energy and spirit, and accumulate vital energy, burning their own body to drive the liquefied true energy in their dantian to circulate wildly, constantly compressing and accumulating on the golden crystal.

This will drive its transformation from virtual to real, and continuously expand its volume.

Of the grandmasters who are fortunate enough to reach this stage, seven or eight out of ten will fall at this very moment.

Most likely it's due to insufficient accumulation.

It could be due to insufficient Qi and blood, an inability to maintain mental fortitude, or, like Fu Liunian before, simply being old and lacking the necessary foundation to break free from the cocoon and become a butterfly.

The third step, and the most difficult one, is called "True Intent Shaping Elixir".

The solidified gold crystal was rough, sharp, and angular, but it didn't resemble "Dan" at all.

At this stage, it is no longer possible to achieve complete elixirs through true qi and essence.

The only weapon for forming the core is the unseen and intangible true meaning of martial arts!

Under the rules of Heaven.

The true essence of martial arts manifests within the dantian, is poured into the solidified crystal embryo, and is personally refined and nurtured, finally forming a round, radiant elixir of true energy.

Martial artists are accustomed to calling it the Golden Core. The word "gold" implies invincibility and indestructibility. The size and color of the Golden Core condensed by each Grandmaster are different.

Golden elixir is not necessarily golden in color.

However, once the golden elixir is condensed, it proves that one has reached the Grandmaster level of Golden Marrow. At this time, if one can use spiritual perception to look inward, one will find that as the true energy of the golden elixir circulates, the bone marrow in the spine will turn completely golden in just one day and one night.

In this way, one can become a Grandmaster of Golden Marrow.

Nine out of ten masters who reach the third step will get stuck at this stage and fail.

Although it had clearly condensed into a gaseous golden crystal and its true essence was sufficient to solidify the crystal embryo, it still failed in the step of shaping and nurturing the golden elixir.

Then there is only one reason: the true meaning of the fist is not pure or refined enough.

Yang Silang successfully completed the first step of liquefying his true qi and forming it into true qi golden crystals.

He dared not be negligent.

Begin the second step: Gathering and Solidifying Elements.

Compared to other masters, his mastery of the Five Elements Technique is particularly renowned for its immense and powerful true energy.

In addition, he also has one and a half Yellow Jade Fruits in his body. This naturally grown wonder contains essence, and he was the last martial artist to break through to the Martial Saint realm.

At this moment, nature, in sync with Yang Silang's heartbeat, exerted its full force, squeezing out streams of pure energy to replenish his body.

Yang Silang in his spiritual state.

Above the dantian (energy field).

The true energy liquefied into a vortex that was spinning rapidly.

The single drop of gold crystal hung above the gas field, initially only the size of a pinhead.

A massive amount of liquefied true energy was poured into it, and the volume of the gold crystal expanded rapidly.

However, outside the dantian, countless amounts of Yang Silang's accumulated qi, blood, essence, and even the fruit power transformed from the Yellow Jade Fruit continuously poured into the dantian.

As the liquefied true energy was rapidly absorbed by the golden crystal, it was also rapidly multiplying.

I don't know how much time passed.

The last trace of liquefied true gas above the gas field was absorbed and completely absorbed by the golden crystal.

The needle-sized gold crystal expanded to the size of a soybean and then a thumb. It was an irregular, angular block, with countless fine hairs shimmering with sharp light pointing outwards.

This is the elixir embryo that has been successfully formed after gathering and solidifying the vital energy!

But the sharpness of this cinnabar embryo is directed outwards, indiscriminately targeting friend or foe.

Its sharp, crystalline light could pierce the master's dantian if one is not careful, causing serious injury!

That's why the final step of condensing the elixir is needed: shaping the elixir with true intention, which removes all the sharp edges and spears from the elixir embryo, allowing it to take shape.

Yang Silang was fully focused, preparing to take the final step.

outside the house.

It was already late at night.

A few streets away.

A watchman was on patrol, accompanied by several local militiamen.

Normally he was alone, but now it was wartime and a strict curfew was in effect in the city.

There are more soldiers patrolling at night than ghosts.

In addition to announcing the time, the night watchmen have also been given extra protection. They patrol the streets and alleys, and are responsible for discovering and reporting any abnormalities as soon as possible.

Since the enemy besieged and attacked the city, dozens of disturbances have occurred throughout the city, including spies from the Heavenly King's army colluding with internal traitors to stage uprisings.

It is precisely because of this mechanism that the provincial capital has been able to survive until now.

The group chatted as they walked, which was the best way to dispel boredom and loneliness. It cost no money, required no brainpower, and involved only talking – incredibly affordable.

"Hey, have you heard? A few days ago, the city walls were covered in blood. Grandmasters under Li Tianwang's command launched a fierce attack on the western city, and the slaughter was absolutely brutal—"

"It wasn't just hearsay; that day I was assigned to the final cleanup of the remains on the city wall."

"It was a terrible sight. None of the corpses were intact; most were torn to pieces, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of flesh and blood."

"It wasn't my shift tonight, but I volunteered to switch shifts."

"Otherwise, I haven't been able to sleep these past few nights. Every time I close my eyes, all I see is the tragic scene on the city walls."

"The arrow towers have all collapsed, and the city walls are full of huge craters, as big as basins."

"I heard it was trampled by those martial artists, Grandmasters, celestial beings. It's only thanks to the fact that several of our Grandmasters risked their lives to hold it off that it was able to survive."

"Look over there—" one of the local militia members who was helping to finish up the work on the city walls pointed to the direction of several alleys.

"The young grandmaster who performed a great service that day, dragging away the enemy's grandmaster, lives in this area, in this direction."

"But I heard he was seriously injured. I hope he recovers soon."

"The Heavenly King Army has a nice-sounding name, but it's actually just a bunch of bandits."

"We've suffered such a crushing defeat this time, if they really manage to breach the city, will we fare any better?"

"Huh—" The village militiaman rubbed his eyes. "Look, what's that red light coming out over there?"

"Oh no—is the water leaking? Or is it on fire?"

The group exchanged glances and then simultaneously sprinted towards the next alley.

A fire breaking out in the middle of the night—could it be an enemy spy trying to cause trouble?

When everyone arrived at the alley, breathless,

Clang!

The watchman dropped the gong in his hand to the ground, and several people stared wide-eyed at the sky.

Only when they got closer did they realize that it wasn't some kind of fire or fire in the middle of the night at all.

Above a large house, all that could be seen was...

A mass of vital energy condensed into a cloud, enveloping the entire house like floating clouds.

The blood and qi in this area are reddish, but they don't feel sinister, terrifying, or bloody. Instead, they make people feel unusually at ease.

Also.

The group stood at the alley entrance, still several dozen feet away from the house, yet they already felt a gentle, warm wave of heat emanating from them.

This heat.

It wasn't intense.

Instead, it feels like a warm spring breeze, seeping into one's very bones, which is very comfortable.

"This...this isn't a fire, is it?" the watchman said, swallowing hard.

A local militiaman had studied martial arts at the martial arts school for a period of time.

They may not be very skilled, but their horizons have broadened considerably, as they hear and see a lot more in daily life.

He stammered.

"This—this isn't a fire."

"It's somewhat like the qi and blood of a martial artist."

"But this mass of energy is terrifying."

"To be able to condense into clouds, how powerful must that person be?"

"Even a grandmaster's qi and blood can't reach this level?"

"Wait, isn't that the Yang residence?"

"That's the young grandmaster who was stationed on the west city wall this time, holding off the enemy's grandmaster until reinforcements arrived."

"Hiss—could he be about to advance to Grandmaster?"

The group stood there dumbfounded, completely forgetting their duties of patrolling and keeping watch.

It wasn't until the sound of horses' hooves came that they came to their senses, turned around, and saw a young general leading a dozen or so followers galloping towards them.

The general was handsome, but his face was pale, his eyes were red, and he had deep dark circles under his eyes.

This is from being exhausted lately.

Jilan hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed.

"Greetings, Yan! Army—"

When he arrived in Lanzhou, Yan Nanxing was frowning, and it seemed as if he was carrying an invisible burden on his back.

"What happened?"

Yan Nanxing's sharp gaze swept across the area, but he was immediately drawn to the immense aura of blood above the Yang residence, unable to look away for even an inch.

The weariness and drowsiness on his face gradually melted away, like ice melting, and his smile grew wider and wider!

Even the watchmen and local militia below, chattering amongst themselves, reporting on any unusual sightings they had made during their patrol that night, could no longer be heard.

"Hahaha----"

Yan Nanxing looked up at the sky and laughed heartily, all the gloom in his heart swept away!

"With Brother Yang's help, my great undertaking will surely succeed!"

He hasn't been feeling well these past few days.

The adoptive father remained unconscious. The imperial physicians could only control the spread of the toxins. The blood poison had already seeped into his internal organs, and the chances of him waking up in the future were increasingly slim.

Thus, a prominent problem arises.

That means the snakes cannot function without a commander; who should lead the army?

This issue has recently caused a huge uproar among several military units in the city.

Yan Nanxing was one of them. He wasn't purely vying for power and profit. He commanded the most elite Cong personal guard, with two thousand armored cavalrymen under his command. He himself had the strength to contend for the throne.